"Well,"--and the man was most embarrassed--"I've been farmer enough to have my pocket picked on the train. I was sleepy and went to sleep and when I woke up my pocketbook that I always carried right here"--showing an inside pocket in his coat--"was gone. It had all my money and my mileage ticket." "Well, I swan!" said Drusilla. "Yes; I didn't know _what_ to do. I tried to tell the man in the ticket office that I would send back my ticket money, but he wouldn't give it to me, and I--well--I don't know _what_ to do. I feel I ought to go home to my wife at once, and--and--" "How much is the ticket?" "The ticket is only about three dollars and sixty cents--" "Pshaw, that is very little. I'll get some money from James. I never have any." She rang the bell; and when James returned with fifteen dollars she handed it to the man. "You'd better have a little extra, as somethin' might happen," she said. He was more than thankful. "I'll never forget your kindness, and I'll send it to you as soon as I get home. You'll get it day after to-morrow. And I'll see my wife takes this tea. We'll never forget you, Miss Doane." He wrung her hand. "Can't I get you anything from the country," he asked. "But I suppose you have everything. I'd like to send you something to show you how I feel." Drusilla was touched. "Now that's real kind of you to think of it," she said; "but I don't need nothin'." She followed him to the door and helped him on with his overcoat. "Be sure and let me know how your wife gets on. Perhaps if the tea don't do no good, my doctor will know of something that'll help her. She might come down here for a few days; a change might take her mind off her sorrow." Again Mr. Gleason shook the kindly outstretched hand, and for a moment he seemed rather overcome by his feelings of gratitude. "I'll let you know at once, and I'll remember your offer. I must catch my train. Thank you again, Miss Doane." Drusilla watched him walk down the drive, and then she went up to tell John of his visit. As they were talking, Dr. Eaton's card was brought to her and Drusilla asked him to be shown to John's sitting-room. Drusilla met him with a happy smile on her face. "Come right in, Dr. Eaton. I'm always glad to see you. You're just youth and strength and it does my old eyes good to see you. John, this is Dr. Eaton, my family doctor. You didn't know I was an ailin' woman and have to have a doctor by the year." John looked at her anxiously. "You ain't sick, are you, Drusilla?" "Oh, money gives you lots of diseases that you didn't know you had till you could afford 'em." The doctor laughed. "Miss Doane'll never be sick in her life, Mr. Brierly. She's good for twenty-five years of hard work yet." "Don't speak that word to me, Dr. Eaton. I don't like the word _work_. It's stuck closer to me than a brother for too many years." "Oh, but there's work and work. But am I interrupting your visit with Mr. Brierly?"